Bree tries thinking real hard about why she's out here, after a minute of thinking she remembers she was supposed to bring that pink stuff back to her base. Except there's a problem, she can't remember where that is.
Bree pulls the serum out of her pocket and looks at it deciding what to do with it. "This stuff is totally amazing. I don't remember why I didn't like, want to drink it, it made me all fun and sexy!" She thinks.
Suddenly a light bulb goes off in Bree's head. "I should like, go over to Amber's. I could give her some of this stuff and we could like go to the club together, she'll love it!" Bree says before she rushes off to her friends apartment.
Amber is an old friend of Bree's that worked at the local library, she was always a bit more stuck up than Bree but the two got along well, The two haven't seen eachother as much the past couple years since Bree began her CIA training.
Almost an hour passes until Bree reaches her old friend's apartment. As she's about to turn into the building, some construction workers start cat calling her. Bree stops and acts like she dropped her phone on the sidewalk, she bends over to pick it up showing her ass to the guys. After some cheers from the small group, bree winks at them and runs inside.
"That was fun, and those guys look like fun too, maybe Amber and I can go see them later." Bree thinks.
Finally Bree reaches her friends door. She knocks and rings the doorbell. After a few seconds a woman opens the door. "AMBER!!" Bree yells.
Amber is a tall lady in her mid twenties, Bree doesn't know exactly how tall she is but Amber has always been taller than her. She has her reddish brown hair in a bun. Her breasts have always been small like Bree's but her butt is another story, and is a big part of Amber's appeal. It's obvious she doesn't get much sun as her skin is pale with freckles dotting her face and arms. She currently is wearing what looks to be her regular librarian outfit. A brown jacket with a white shirt underneath, a long brown pencil skirt that covers most of her legs, and a pair of black heels.
Amber flinches at Bree's yelling and adjusts her glasses. "Can I help you?" She says with an uninterested tone.
"It's me, Bree! Like, I came over to-" Bree is cut off.
"Bree? Bree who?" Amber says with suspicion.
"Bree Benson! Who else? *giggle*"
After a few seconds of studying her body. Amber recognizes her old friend. "Is that really you Bree? What'd you do to yourself?! You look like a slut!"
Bree blushes and giggles. "I know right?"
Amber sighs and opens the door more. "Come inside, we are definitely going to talk about..." she gestures to Bree's body. "This."